[i]Jason's left hand rubbed the cracked and battered right shoulder, his fingers trailing over one of the bigger cracks. He then looked up, and back at Keira, a smirk on his lightly coloured lips.[/i] "Lemme tell you a story, Keira.. I, at one point in my many travels, was in this one dimension. In a Daemon - yes, Daemon; not demon - infested ship of absolute death. Now, this ship.. it was a very dangerous place, to say the least. Traps, cultists, Heretics, Daemons.." [i]He took a quick, sharp breath, pausing for a little before continuing, [/i] "Basically, I needed to be strong to survive. Now, before that, back home.. There were bugs. Big bugs.. Arachnids I think they were called.. So, I've always lived a dangerous life. This lead to me being strong."